a beautiful sight

yesterday, we were standing in the assembly of my new school. and the principal was announcing the merit list. it started from sixtn grade, and went on till the 12th. people of the respective classes clapped and whooped whent hey saw their fellow friends win acclaim. i was, to be honest, bored. all of the names were unfamiliar to me, and i was not int he mood to cheer people whom i didn't know. so my eyes, as eyes often cannot help but do, wandered. i looked into the dull grey city skies and dreamt about my home where 'trees are green and skies are blue'. i thought about prize distribution ceremonies of the past, and those to come. when, suddenly, i saw.

i saw a beautiful sight. one which i would have drawn, if i had been gifted with that rare power. but from my language, you must understand, that i cannot express my feelings in sketch. so i shall write. so that the moment never escapes down the memory lane.

i looked up, to the first floor. there stood a girl, a tiny ponytailed titchy little girl, who peeped from the corridor to see the assembly down below. i could only see her eyes, because, she was a just a couple of inches taller than the rails.

but those eyes showed everything. i felt that i could see her imagining herself, all grown up, taking a prize amidst claps from all of her fellowmates. she had an unclouded beautiful future, and she wanted to be where we were. while i wanted to be back there. those eyes overflowing with curiosity and hope. to be here one day.

i'll never forget her. because, when i feel down, i'll remember that someone, some titchy ponytailed girl, wants to be here, in my place.